The problem with society nowadays is that we lack tact when we try to make a point and the ability to understand the point that others who lacks tact too tries to make.
There are definitely two schools of thought here. One who believes in erecting grilles on the balcony to prevent kids from falling over and the other who educates their child the dangers of falling without having to erect the grille. The difference here is only one line thin but the gap is river wide. It can create serious animosity between brothers of the same school, religion, race. Worse, of different schools, religion and race.
To resist temptation is to be oblivious to your surrounding whilst purifying your own thoughts. Being distracted by your surroundings is merely opening yourself to weakness thus luring the devil to devour you. Therefore disciplining yourself not to be distracted by others ways, habits, doings, thoughts or actions is the ultimate test of self censorship even the Lord Buddha and Christ Jesus has to go through. To put it simply, the world is so complex it won’t stop turning just because one person wants to meditate or the other was looking for an antidote for aids.
Thus, to want others to restrain and refrain while you are being tested is not welcomed. To you it’s a means to keep holy by not wanting to be distracted and on occasions, fall to sin. To them, it’s really all about learning and practicing self censorship. That simple request thus becomes for a moment an infringement of rights by imposing upon others to live by your code. And to them also, wanting aid is two prong. Either you believe in entitlement because others are required to heed it or, you have just exposed your insatiable weakness. Thus, Censoring others just because you can’t discipline yourself is to call upon the world to behave when you yourself easily misbehave. That’s wayward thinking. It may be a thin line, but that is river wide enough to cause serious animosity.
Therefore, restrain and refrain yourself. That will carry you further up in faith than to be pitied at. It is an act of penance and sacrifice is what it is about. Otherwise go hide yourself for all I care.
Having to erect grilles instead of educating justifies how river wide our thinking differs. We will never be able to see eye to eye on other things if we can’t see eye to eye on simple issues like this.
A Blind man went and sat in the restaurant in a Hotel…
Manager – Menu Sir ??
Man – I’m blind, just bring me your kitchen spoon, I’ll smell it & order.
Manager got him a spoon.
Blind man smelt & said “Yes, I’ll have garlic bread with seasoned potatoes…
“Unbelievable!” said the manager.
Every week he came & he was correct time after time.
One day the manager decided to trick him, He went to the kitchen and told his wife Maria “Rub this spoon on your pussy”.
She rubs it on her pussy and gives it to her hubby.
Confidently he gave the spoon to the blind man.
The Blind man smelt it & said,
“Oh ! My God……!! My classmate Maria also works here!!
People who say they fight for a cause more often than not piggyback the cause to promote and enrich themselves. And when they get into trouble, they cleverly hide behind the cause so that the cause can rescue them. And ppl who claim to defend their religion more often than not does not realize that their god is invisibly invincible and larger than they themselves. And that their God doesn’t need defending. That means they are defending a cause that doesn’t need defending to protect some politicians pocket money from depleting.
A fuckolution is a screwed up solution.
A fuckster is a screwed up minister.
A fuckplementation is a screwed up implementation .
A certain fuckster fuckplement a fuckolution.
The maligned party was a high and dry struggling artist cum poet wannabe many moons ago. Did the publisher thence approach this wannabe and say hey, as part of the new economic policy, I am encouraged to help you launch your career thus we are publishing your writings and with that we are paying you a royalty or was it the other way round where the poet wannabe went around knocking at every publishers door looking for a break? But whichever side it tilts to, I’m dead sure a publisher’s terms of agreement would include amongst other terms, the rights to re-publish till perpetuity in exchange for an agreed royalty fee. No further consent needed.
There is no grounds an author would refuse a re-publication when fame and fortune comes effortlessly in re-editioning except to draw attention to oneself and do an about flip turn because of a cataclysmic successful career later in life. Even so, that does not automatically pave the rights to end an agreement mutually agreed upon lest the maligned party has during the full duration ever wrote to the publisher stating his wish to cease what was agreed upon initially.
Fame and fortune can change people. Just don’t push greed too hard. If the publisher wanted to fleece you, why should they have it re-published in the national language, distributed it locally and launch it at a fair that draws attention to itself? Royalties can be re-negotiated with tact. If you think you are worth the weight in salt. Not ridicule!
Kim Lee, a 65 year old Chinese goes to the doctor for a check-up.
The doctor is amazed at the shape the guy is in and asks, ‘How do you stay in such great physical condition?’
‘I’m Chinese and I am a Qigong master….’ says Kim Lee, and that’s why I’m in such good shape. I’m up well before daylight and practicing my Qigong. I drink Pu Urh tea and all is well.’
‘Well….’ says the doctor, ‘I’m sure that helps, but there’s got to be more to it. How old was your Father when he died?’
‘Who said my Father’s dead?’
The doctor is amazed. ‘You mean you’re 65 years old and your Father’s still good. How old is he?’
‘He’s 85 years old,’ says Kim Lee. ‘He practiced Qigong with me this morning, went to the beach for a walk, drank Pu Urh tea and that’s why he’s still active.’
‘Well….’ the doctor says, ‘that’s great, but I’m sure there’s more to it than that. How about your Father’s Father? How old was he when he died?’
‘Who said my grand dad’s dead?’
Stunned, the doctor asks, ‘you mean you’re 65 years old and your grandfather’s still living? Incredible!! How old is he?’
‘He’s 101 years old,’ says the old Qigong master.
The doctor is getting frustrated at this point, ‘So, I guess he went practicing Qigong with you this morning too?’
‘No! No ! No ! He couldn’t join us this morning because he’s getting married today.’
At this point, the doctor is close to losing it. ‘Getting married? Why would a 101 year old guy want to get married?’
‘He does not want to get married…. *_He has to !!!!!!!_*
*_……THE GIRL IS PREGNANT !!_*’